Written before your first breath,
Was a life pattern to follow.
It read of agony and soulful pain,
Of happiness and perceived love.
All people have a fantasy realm,
Unwilling to truly understand,
This pre-existing phenomena.
Your success and failures,
Are vapors of false control.
Our minds are mere puppets,
To something much greater.
Most stay completely unaware,
Of their own foretold prophecy.